I finally spoke to you today.
Your voice sounded like silk pouring from a fountain from the gods own secret garden.
I smiled for the first time in a while when I made you laugh.
Only it wasn't a real laugh.
It told me so many things about you that I almost cried.
Why do you speak to me in any way but your own voice.
You must resent me, because you left when I paid for you breakfast at the 7-Eleven.
My heart is always open for you.
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Red Stains
PoetryTwo boys. One in love, one looking to run away. One with an obsession for the other, one running from love. Stay away from the boy with starry eyes, they say. 《Trigger Warning for anyone planning to read, please proceed with caution.》
